Worth Every Cent (Worth It 2)

I watched him grab his things before he shoved past me and headed for the door.

“And before you even think about going anywhere,” he said, as he whipped around, “you stick around. I’m heading straight to my lawyer’s office, and he’ll need to know how to get in touch with you.”

“Grayson, you’re being insane!” I exclaimed.

But before I could reach for him to try and convince him to stay, he was out the door.

I crumbled to my knees as nausea rolled over my body. Tears crested the folds of my eyes as I reached for the small trash can at the side of the door. I stuck my face into it and heaved, listening as Gray’s convertible cranked up and peeled from the driveway. I heaved and I puked. My body shook and my forehead began to sweat. Tears streamed down my cheeks in silent batches as I reached for the door, pushing it closed so I could cry in peace.

What the hell just happened? Did Gray really think I was capable of all those things? Was that really what he thought of me?

I’d just told the man of my dream

s I loved him, and he accused me of being a petty gold digger.

I sat back against the wall and wiped at my mouth. I felt terrible. My head hurt. My stomach continued to roll with nothing in it. But if he thought for one second I was going to stick around Anton’s house and wait for him to serve me with papers, he was sorely mistaken. If he didn’t want to have anything to do with this child’s life, that was on him. I knew this child wasn’t Andy’s. I knew it was Gray’s. But his anger issues were his problem. The only thing I knew what that I’d have to work as hard as I could to piece a life together in the next seven months or so. Something I could be proud of so I could support the child growing inside me.

I settled my hand against my stomach and splayed my fingers out, blanketing the area of my body that encased the rest of my future.

“Don’t worry,” I said, with a whisper. “Somehow, we’ll be okay.”

Even though my world was crumbling around me in shambles, I had to learn how to be strong. Because the entire existence of this helpless child would depend on my ability to get my head out of the clouds, get my heart under control, and get my life in order.

So, that was exactly what I was going to do.

No matter what the hell Gray decided to do with himself.

THE END